The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 459 Crack

Strange's fingers moved like those of a nimble dancer, forming hand seals with a dazzling speed.

As his hand seals changed, his movements became faster and faster, so fast that afterimages appeared around his arms.

It was as if he had suddenly gained six arms.

As Strange cast his spell, the entire mirror space seemed to be violently stirred up by an invisible giant hand.

Space began to spin wildly, the speed of which increased dramatically, forming a huge and terrifying vortex.

Within this vortex, ferocious beasts were swept into it by a powerful force. They roared and struggled, but could not escape the black hole-like vortex and were trapped inside.

Strange is like the master of this space, with everything under his control. The Mirror Space is like a work of art in his hands, which he can sculpt at will.

Wes is not good at using the laws of space.

But he has a more powerful and unique choice.

He calmly extended his right hand and gently waved it. A red gemstone radiating a mysterious and fiery light floated down from his sleeve and landed in his palm.

The gemstone shone brightly, like a burning star, radiating a breathtaking power.

"Reality Gem!"

Strange recognized the gem at a glance, which contained boundless and terrifying power, and couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

The Reality Stone is one of the most powerful artifacts in the universe, containing the power to distort and reshape reality.

Wes poured his immense divine power into the Reality Stone without reservation.

In an instant, a blinding red light, like a surging tide, filled the entire mirror space.

Wherever the light passed, it seemed as if time and space were being reshaped.

The once strange and magical mirror space, under the baptism of this light, instantly transformed into a vast and boundless desert.

Above, the sky was a clear, deep blue, and the blazing sun poured down relentlessly, as if to set the desert ablaze.

The sunlight shone on the scorching sand, reflecting a blinding light that was almost impossible to look directly at.

Strange felt a chill run down his spine, immediately realizing the situation was dire. He quickly focused his mind, trying to regain control of the Mirror Space.

He closed his eyes tightly and rapidly changed hand seals, trying to awaken the original order of the mirror space.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the powerful force released by the Reality Stone had already broken his control over space, and his efforts were like an ant trying to shake a tree, all in vain.

Just then, a strange rustling sound faintly came from underground in the desert.

The sound was like countless tiny claws crawling under the sand, sending chills down one's spine.

Strange's mind went blank with alarm bells. He dared not let his guard down for a moment, cautiously casting his magic and slowly flying into the air. His eyes were fixed on the desert ground, ready to face any unknown dangers at any moment.

Then, a chilling scene unfolded: countless scarabs erupted from the ground like a fountain.

Their numbers seem endless, covering the entire desert.

These scarabs spread their hard, metallic wings and emitted a sharp, piercing screech, surging towards Strange like a black torrent of death.

However, Strange's magical shield was as solid as a rock, like an insurmountable barrier.

Although these scarabs came with overwhelming force and a do-or-die attitude, they couldn't even break through the edge of the magic shield.

They crashed headfirst into the magic shield, instantly shattering into pieces; their hard shells broke apart, and green slime splattered out.

Countless scarab beetle corpses rained down on the desert, and soon the golden desert was stained red with their blood, as if a thick red carpet had been laid out.

The once azure sky seemed to be stained by the bloody atmosphere, gradually turning into a chilling crimson.

Immediately afterwards, a bizarre rain of blood poured down.

The blood rain, carrying a nauseating stench and some kind of corrosive, evil power, fell drop by drop onto Strange's magical shield.

As the blood rain continued to erode the magic shield, it began to hiss, and a faint ripple appeared on its surface, as if it were struggling in pain.

As the magic shield gradually broke down, the scarabs became even more frenzied, rushing towards Strange recklessly as if they wanted to devour him completely.

Strange's expression was grave; he knew that this was a critical moment of life and death.

He quickly changed the position of his hands, crossing them together in a triangle shape, while muttering incantations.

In an instant, a massive fire tornado began to spin wildly around him. Wherever the fire tornado passed, the temperature rose sharply, and the surrounding air seemed to be ignited, producing a deafening roar.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

The flames, like an enraged dragon, bared their fangs and claws, devouring everything around them.

The scarabs were instantly engulfed and, under the intense heat, turned to ashes in an instant.

The torrential rain of blood evaporated rapidly in the scorching flames, disappearing without a trace, leaving only a scorched desert.

As the fire tornado slowly dissipated, the surrounding scenery underwent another astonishing change.

This time, Strange finds himself on the vast ocean.

The waves surged and roared, one after another.

Before he could recover from the fierce battle, suddenly, a thick, slimy tentacle shot out from the seabed, like a tough and merciless rope, and wrapped around his ankle.

Immediately afterwards, a huge and irresistible force came, and before he could react, he was mercilessly dragged into the deep sea.

Strange was in the deep sea, surrounded by darkness, with only a small area illuminated by the faint magical light emanating from his body.

He discovered that he was surrounded by enormous sea monsters.

These sea monsters come in various shapes and sizes; some resemble giant octopuses with tentacles as thick as mountains.

Some resemble giant whales, but with sharp fangs.

Each sea monster was thousands of meters long, and their pupils alone were larger than Strange's entire body.

These sea monsters opened their enormous mouths, revealing sharp fangs, and let out a deep and terrifying roar, a sound that seemed to come from the depths of hell, making one's soul tremble.

They slowly approached Strange, their eyes gleaming with greed and ferocity, already regarding him as their meal.

In the dark, deep, and perilous ocean, Strange battles several terrifying sea monsters, each thousands of meters long.

(End of this chapter)